Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

14. Amnesia

CHAPTER 14: Amnesia

It was like being in an elevator, whether the arrows of down and up were important or not, each movement I surfaced was watched as they sit on my bunker roommate's designated mattress, just waiting and just watching, "The file has already loaded, Candidate Eleven." Candidate Eight says, her dark brown curls trailing closer towards her waist once she snagged her hair-tie out of its tightened position in her hair.

I don't answer her as I continue with my one-arm press-ups, "Indeed it is and now, the firewalls are processing its contents under my algorithms and my jurisdiction. Understand the technical procedures necessary to upload a data analysis under biological software conditions...or shut the hell up and wait, Candidate Eight." I tell her, side-glancing her as she drops her porcelain face in her hands, her rough accent piling in a groan from her lips.

Candidate Thirteen lowers her eyes down from me while Candidate Forty sits on his hind legs, "Do you tire out, like at all? You're up to eighty-two." He mentions.

"The percentage of her tiring out is low though, that's one of the rumors spread." Candidate Thirteen whispers as she peeks her eyes over to me, I slowly look up and meet her eyes, before sensing the percentage rate of file upload completion to be high enough for me to snap myself up in a standing position.

I slide over towards the three laptops and slide the right one closer to my side, I open the document and run through the diagnostics. I study the screen, "Ah...and now we have a name. Over thirty-two companies supply a contracted scientific initiation known as the 'Continuum'. The same institution whom experimented on us." I tell them, looking over as Candidate Eight snaps her head up, her aquamarine irises stare into my forest green ones with horrific surprise, while Candidate One stares my way in his own calculating manner.

"Continuum? What does it mean?" Candidate Four asks slowly.

I narrow my eyes, "That's not listed under any description configurated sequence, but I'll put it in the suggestion box."

"You are being unnecessarily sarcastic."

I look over to Candidate Four, Candidate Thirteen gives him a dirty look from her seat next to him, "At least she's being helpful. That's more than what anyone else can say around here," She mutters to him in slight annoyance, not liking his attitude towards me, before she physically does turn back to me,

"-We've had computer engineers before. They were hired for secret services pretty quickly and yet here you are, I know you've only been here a day, but you've already given us a sense of hope in finally getting out." She says to me, gratefully.

I snap my eyes over to her, "The question is why? Why was I not contracted elsewhere? Why bring me down here with the other five hundred or so, Candidates. Something isn't right here." I mutter, just because my brain was now scrambled in distorted memories with blank pages and no words in the middle, no lines to construct the story, doesn't mean the words didn't use to be there.

Amnesia.

I studied that, I knew it was an accurate diagnostics, something happened to me and I was going to figure out just what it was, before deciding to study this place in hopes getting out would be the end of it, I know it wouldn't be though.

Not by far.

I type away on the main laptop, leaning back against my pillow, I point to Candidate One and throw him my diary, "Get a pen, write these companies down. Colton Manufacturing - Moscow, Russia. Ace Industries - Washington, America. The Phoenix Movement - London, United Kingdom. Vector Resources - Paris, France. Pearson Contractors - Germany. Jordan Benefactors - New York. Crest Academies - Vancouver, Canada and Philadelphia, America. Vladimir Medical Centre - Iran. We'll start with those." I tell him as he continues writing before he finishes the second I finish.